Chapter III: My College Roommate
Boston is one of the largest college cities in the world, so when I was accepted to one of the many universities in the city, I knew that I had to live on campus. I wasn't about to commute to school every day from the south shore when I could escape the chains of suburbia and be free to do what I want, when I wanted and with whomsoever I chose. So I signed up for on campus living and went through the whole entire nerve wracking routine of driving into the city, moving into my first home away from home.
The dorm was awesome, and I couldn't help but recall episodes of the 1 season wonder that was "Undeclared". I couldn't wait to make new friends and explore the city and all it had to offer. My life, after all, didn't completely revolve around sex, though there would certainly be plenty of that as well.
I got to dorm room first. It was a little overwhelming. A small common room with two bedrooms off of it which would house a total of four girls, two in each room. Laundry, Showers, Bathroom, and even bigger common room were down the hall. The floors were co-ed, and there was a group of four boys that shared a similar styled room, with the four remaining dorm rooms being single rooms with two beds.
I chose one of the bedrooms and started to unpack as I waited for the three other girls to arrive. One by one the three girls showed up, joining the newly formed sisterhood. There was Megan, a cute Texan cheerleader type with long dirty blonde hair, and a great body. Unfortunately, she was in fact, a former cheerleader and had the ditzy slightly self-absorbed personality to prove it. I was sure, however, that she would soon find out that college life is much different than high school, and that she was now back at the bottom of the totem-pole of social standings.
Next was Elisa, a shy brainy type girl from Chicago who didn't really say much. She was really sweet and I could tell that she could be gorgeous if she tried. With black hair like mine, loosely braided, she kept her beauty hidden behind thin framed glasses and a less than flattering wardrobe which did nothing to show off the natural curves that I would later find she possessed.
And finally, my roommate Gwen, an absolutely stunning red head, with a pair of perfectly rounded C cups and a tight ass. Her hair was curly and framed her cute freckled face. She immediately introduced herself and displayed the perfect personality one would want in a roommate. She was friendly, outgoing, and seemed adventurous, and even better, she was a Masshole like me! We immediately hit it off and were psyched to be rooming together.
In the coming weeks, the girls and I would hang out after classes. Some of us had classes together which helped for homework and studying. As predicted, Megan began to shed her uptight persona and started to get a little intimidated by the new world around her. Elisa began to open up and become less shy. I think we were the first real friends she had that made an effort to crack her shell. She'd even hang out with me and Gwen when we'd go on adventures up to Salem, down to Providence or the Cape, or just hanging out in the city.
Gwen and I became inseparable. We'd stay up late at night talking about everything, when we should have been studying. She confided in me and I confided in her. We even started to share fantasies with each other, and I was ecstatic that I had someone I could confess my urges to who was supportive and sweet about it. Specially since my brother was the only person I could talk to about those types of things before and he was away again at college in California.
Around Thanksgiving, people began to disperse to go home. Since Gwen and I were from Massachusetts, we decided we'd just drive home for the holiday but spend the rest of the break at school in our dorm. We waved goodbye to the girls as they left to go home, and spent the rest of the first day, lounging around, watching TV and gossiping.
Later than day, there was a knock at the door and I answered it. Standing in the doorway was a really cute guy. He had short spiky brown hair, and a goatee with specks of red in it. He wore an Aerosmith T-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. I smiled seductively up at him. "Hi there! Are you lost?" I leaned against the doorway, biting my lower lip and playing with my hair, twirling some around my finger.
He laughed. "You must be Lindsey," he said. "I'm Brian. I'm looking for..."
Before he could finish, Gwen let out a screech behind me. "Baby!" I moved in and to the side just in time, missing a possible trampling as Gwen jumped into the boy's arms and started covering his face and neck with kisses. "What...are...you...doing here?" she asked in between pecks.
"I came home for Thanksgiving, and they said you were staying at school over the break, so I figured I'd surprise you," he said while being dragged into the room.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. I hadn't seen her this excited before, but I could understand why she was. She had told me all about her boyfriend, Brian. They had gone to school together and started dating her Junior year of high school. They had been friends for a long time until he finally got up the courage to ask her out on a date. The whole story had sounded so romantic and sweet, and she was always telling me the little things he did to make her feel special and of course how their sex life was amazing.
After introductions and small talk, I soon became a bit of a third wheel. I knew she didn't mean for me to feel that way, but I couldn't help it. I knew how I'd feel if the proverbial shoe was on the other foot. So I excused myself to do some laundry and hit the gym.
Unfortunately for me, the school gym was closed during the break, so I had to go down to the YMCA on Huntington Street. This was, however, fortunate for Gwen and Brian who now had some extra alone time. I dropped of a load of laundry in the laundry room at home and took a jog down to the gym. When I got there, I practically had the place to myself and so I hopped on an elliptical machine and listened to some music while my mind drifted.
